Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
UT,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.